You seem surprised?" Winston said with a smile, "Your appearance, height, and Jo are exactly the same, practically flawless. Is it the latest technology or a superpower?"
"A superpower… I suppose so." Looking around, including Winston, there were four people nearby. Mike replied, "How did you see through it?"
"I've worked at the Continental Hotel my entire life, and I know its facilities and staff like the back of my hand. The disguise is very good, but it's hard for a person to perfectly mimic another, especially their habitual movements." Winston asked, "Where's Jo?"
"He's knocked out. If you send someone to the back alley, you should be able to find him in the trash can."
"You didn't kill any hotel staff, so there's room to talk." Winston said unhurriedly, "You're observing your surroundings, but I regret to inform you that the Continental Hotel is different from ordinary hotels. Most of the staff are retired mercenaries, assassins, and soldiers. Also, don't forget, most of the residents here are assassins. As long as there's a bounty, they'll immediately become temporary hotel staff. Fighting or running is not a wise choice."
"Who said I was going to run?" Mike grinned, looking up at the ceiling.
What was so special about the ceiling?
Nothing!
But the others didn't know that, so subconsciously, they followed Mike and looked up.
And three identical "Jos" appeared next to "Jo," then instantly disappeared. Just as the others were slightly stunned, thinking they were hallucinating, the "Jos" appeared behind them and knocked them out with a hand chop before they could react.
"Jo" stood behind Winston, a sharp kunai held to his neck.
Winston said calmly, "I do not fear death."
Mike nodded, "I believe that… But if you can live, why die? I have no ill will towards you, nor towards the Continental Hotel. It's just that one of your residents is on my kill list."
Winston: "The Continental Hotel prohibits killing. Breaking hotel rules is the greatest ill will."
"It seems we have some disagreements, but that's okay… Because rules are meant to be broken. Also, has anyone ever told you that you're really pretentious?"
They were clearly a bunch of dirty people providing services to dirty assassins, yet they disguised themselves as old-money aristocrats.
Ptooey!
Mike knocked out Winston, and by the way, threw all the unconscious people behind the counter.
The elevator doors opened.
"Jo…"
Inside the elevator was a tall Black man with a shiny bald head that looked like it had been waxed and polished. His name was Charon, the hotel manager, second only to Winston in status.
Mike punched his words back down his throat, and the latter passed out in a daze.
The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor.
"Room service."
No response.
"Delivery."
No response.
"Water meter check."
Still no response.
"Your mom exploded."
Bang bang bang…
A volley of bullets shot out from inside the room.
Da da da…
The pistol was replaced with an automatic rifle.
Mike, standing against the wall, spoke, "It's me, Bullseye!"
Inside the room, Bullseye was cursing inwardly: Of course I know it's you! He glanced at the window; damn, the window was fitted with solid steel bars and bulletproof glass. The facilities originally meant to protect Bullseye instead trapped him inside the room.
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
Bullseye took out a grenade and threw it into the hallway through the hole made by bullets.
Mike kicked it away with the flow.
Boom!
The grenade exploded, sending shrapnel flying.
A burly man poked his head out from an adjacent room, "Damn it, can't a guy get some sleep?!"
Thud!
A kunai flew past the big man's cheek, leaving a thin line of blood, and pinned itself to the door.
"Do you want to sleep forever?" Mike asked with a smile.
Bang!
The big man slammed the door shut.
Another door opened. This time, it was a beautiful woman in a purple slip. She gave Mike a thumbs up: "You dare to break hotel rules, you've got guts! My bed is always open for you, provided you survive."
Mike: "…"
What kind of people are these? Are the assassin extras really this tough?
The grenade was just a delay tactic for Bullseye. He pulled a box from under the bed, took out an RPG, and aimed it at the window.
Boom!
The bulletproof glass and bars were blown away together.
The scene was magnificent.
Bullseye couldn't fly, so he could only rappel down with the prepared rope. He had used this technique many times and was very skilled.
"This time, I won't let you get away."
Mike, who had just entered the room, saw Bullseye jump out the window. Inside the room were two shivering, lightly dressed women, and a floor full of special toys.
"He really knows how to have fun!"
Thinking of this, Mike felt angry. He was working overtime at night and even spending money, while Bullseye was exploring tunnels in various ways. Wasn't that infuriating?
Mike poked his head out the window and saw Bullseye, who was rappelling down, pointing a gun at him.
A volley of bullets…
Mike pulled his head back and cut the rappelling rope with a knife.
Thud!
A muffled sound, it was Bullseye hitting the ground.
Mike looked down again and saw Bullseye, wearing only floral boxers, sprawled on the ground in an 'X' shape.
Heh heh~
When Bullseye hit the ground, he was at most two stories high. Could that kill Bullseye?
Mike didn't believe it.
Indeed.
Bullseye stiffened his limbs, endured the pain, got up, and bolted.
"Run, go on, run."
At the hotel, if Mike wanted to, Bullseye would have no chance of escaping the hotel. No, it should be said he would die in bed.
Mike decided to give the Continental Hotel some face and kill Bullseye outside the hotel. As for the bullet holes in the hallway, the wall plastered by the grenade… that was Bullseye's doing, what did it have to do with Mike?
Although the hotel rules were broken, everyone could still sit down and talk.
While fleeing, Bullseye looked back and saw Mike running vertically on the outside wall of the building, as if defying Earth's gravity.
At the crossroads.
Bullseye suddenly realized he couldn't escape. He wasn't the type to wait for death.
In a hurry, with no time to get dressed, Bullseye only brought his harness with many throwing knives. He turned around, his eyes fierce, staring at Mike who was walking towards him.
"It's almost over." Mike took out Senbonzakura, "Scatter, Senbonzakura."
Bullseye recognized the pink dust that had blocked the sniper bullet earlier. He suddenly threw a large handful of throwing knives.
Among the many throwing knives, one was like a boomerang, arcing widely and circling behind Mike.
Only…
"It's useless. Senbonzakura's defense has no blind spots."
The biggest weakness was the no-damage zone. But even if Bullseye knew this weakness, with his abilities, what could he do?
Clink clink clink…
All the throwing knives bounced off.
"Anything else?" Mike said, "Anything in your hands can become a weapon for throwing and killing, right?"
Bullseye was silent. Against Mike, he was helpless. His only hope of survival was for the assassins from the Continental Hotel to intervene. From the hotel windows, many eyes had already noticed the two at the crossroads.
"Who's the employer?"
Mike looked back at the hotel, "Did they pay? Without money, these assassins won't meddle… Don't count on Winston; he's probably still knocked out."
Mike extinguished Bullseye's last hope.
"Ah!"
Bullseye roared and charged forward. The sand in his hands, the two teeth knocked out of his mouth, all became his weapons.
Such a person, if it weren't for Mike, would indeed be difficult to deal with; one might accidentally be successfully overturned by him.
Senbonzakura enveloped Bullseye, turning him into a veritable blood-soaked figure.
"I'll die before I tell you who the employer is!" Bullseye's eyes were filled with venom.
"You say that as if I absolutely need to know." Mike scoffed.
Bullseye took his last breath.
Easy peasy, job done. (Quite catchy)